Enjoying Life With Do As You Please System

Yerin sank down onto me in one slow, continuous motion, taking every inch until her hips met mine and a shared, shuddering groan filled the quiet suite.

Heat. Tight, velvet heat that wrapped around me so completely it stole the air from my lungs. For a long moment neither of us moved. We simply stayed locked together, foreheads pressed, breathing the same air, the overwhelming fullness and the soft flutter of her walls around me threatening to short-circuit every coherent thought.

"Fuck... Yerin," I breathed, hands sliding up the smooth curve of her waist to steady her. "You feel—"

"I know," she whispered against my lips, voice already husky. "You feel huge. Perfect." She rolled her hips once, experimentally, and we both hissed at the friction. "Don’t hold back, Seth. I want all of it."

I answered by surging up to capture her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss while my hands gripped her ass and guided her into a slow, rolling rhythm.

She rose until only the head remained inside, then sank down again with a soft, broken moan that vibrated straight through my chest. The wet heat of her, the way she clenched deliberately around me on every downstroke, the soft bounce of her breasts still half-spilling from the white lace bra, every sensation stacked on top of the last until my head spun.

"God, look at you," I murmured when the kiss broke, watching her ride me with growing confidence. Moonlight painted silver across her pale skin, her dark hair falling in messy waves around her flushed face.

I reached up, tugged the lace cups fully down so her breasts spilled free, and rolled both stiff nipples between my fingers. She gasped, back arching, hips stuttering for a second before she found a deeper, harder rhythm.

"Like that," she panted, grinding down in tight circles that made stars burst behind my eyes. "Just like that~ play with them while I fuck you."

I pinched and tugged, then leaned up to take one peak into my mouth, sucking hard while my tongue flicked the sensitive tip. Yerin’s hands fisted in my hair, holding me there as she rode me faster.

The wet sounds of our bodies meeting filled the room, obscene and perfect. Every time she bottomed out I felt the soft press of her clit against the base of my cock, and the little broken noises she made told me exactly how good it felt.

"You’re so tight," I groaned against her breast. "So fucking wet for me. Been thinking about this since the alley, haven’t you?"

"Yes," she admitted without shame, voice cracking on a moan. "Since the second you pushed me against that wall. I wanted you inside me then. Wanted this." She leaned down, mouth at my ear, breath hot. "Harder, Seth. I can take it."

I flipped us in one smooth motion.

Yerin landed on her back with a soft gasp of surprise that melted into a moan when I drove back into her in a single deep thrust. Her legs wrapped around my waist immediately, ankles locking at the small of my back, pulling me deeper.

I braced on my forearms, caging her in, and set a steady, powerful rhythm, long strokes that dragged almost all the way out before slamming home again. The headboard knocked softly against the wall with every thrust.

"Yes—fuck, yes—" she cried, nails raking down my back hard enough to sting. "Right there, don’t stop—"

I shifted the angle, hitching one of her thighs higher against my hip so I could grind against that spot that had made her come on my fingers earlier.

The effect was immediate. Her walls fluttered wildly around me, a high, keening sound tearing from her throat. I kept the pace relentless, one hand sliding between us to circle her clit with firm, tight pressure while I fucked her through the building tension.

"Come for me again," I ordered, voice rough against her mouth. "Want to feel you squeeze me while you fall apart."

"Seth—I’m close—I’m so close—"

"I’ve got you." I kissed her hard, swallowing her next cry as her orgasm crashed over her. Her entire body locked up, inner walls clamping down in rhythmic pulses that dragged a raw groan from my chest.

I fucked her through every wave, slowing only when she started to tremble too hard, milking the last aftershocks until she was panting and soft beneath me.

I didn’t stop moving. I simply eased the pace, rolling my hips in deep, grinding circles while she recovered, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her throat and the upper curves of her breasts.

"Still good?" I asked, brushing damp hair from her forehead.

Yerin’s eyes fluttered open, dark and glassy with pleasure. A slow, wicked smile curved her kiss-swollen lips. "Better than good. Want to try different position?"

I pulled out just long enough to help her turn onto her hands and knees. The sight of her, back arched, ass tilted up in invitation, glistening folds still swollen and open for me, nearly finished me on the spot. I gripped her hips, lined up, and pushed back in with one smooth thrust that made both of us moan.

From this angle I could go even deeper. I set a harder pace immediately, the slap of skin on skin echoing through the suite. One hand stayed locked on her hip; the other slid up her spine, then around to cup a swinging breast, pinching the nipple in time with every thrust.

"Fuck, you feel even tighter like this," I growled.

"Because you’re so deep," she gasped, pushing back to meet every stroke. "Harder—please—I want to feel you for days."

I gave her harder. The new rhythm made her arms tremble until she dropped to her elbows, face pressed into the sheets, soft, continuous moans muffled against the fabric.

I reached around again, found her clit, and rubbed in firm circles while I pounded into her. The dual stimulation had her coming a third time almost without warning, a sharp, choked cry and a flood of fresh wetness that coated my cock and dripped down her thighs.

I couldn’t hold back any longer.

"Yerin—gonna come—"

"Inside," she demanded, voice wrecked. "Come inside me, Seth. Fill me up."

The permission shattered what little control I had left. I slammed home one final time, burying myself to the hilt as pleasure detonated at the base of my spine and roared outward.

Thick pulses of heat spilled into her while I groaned her name against the back of her neck, hips jerking through the aftershocks until I was completely spent.

We collapsed together, me still half on top of her, both of us breathing hard. I carefully pulled out and rolled to the side, gathering her immediately into my arms so she was tucked against my chest. Sweat-slick skin, tangled limbs, the slow, heavy beat of our hearts gradually syncing.

For a long while the only sound was our breathing and the faint night breeze through the open window.

Yerin nuzzled closer, one leg thrown over mine, fingers tracing idle patterns on my chest. "Still want that talk?" she asked, voice soft and a little sleepy, though the teasing edge remained.

I pressed a kiss to the top of her head, then another to her temple. "In a minute. Or an hour. Or tomorrow." My hand stroked slowly up and down her bare back. "Right now I just want to stay like this."

She hummed in agreement, the sound vibrating against my skin. "Good. Because I’m not done with you yet... just need a little recovery time first."

I laughed quietly, the sound low and warm in the dark. "Greedy."

"For you? Always."